Alec

“You can’t go in there and beat up my boss.”

“Your former boss,” I growled. It was the same correction I’d made the last five times she’d tried telling me I couldn’t kick his ass. It hadn’t changed my mind when she’d first said it back at the hotel, and it wasn’t going to be any more persuasive as we walked into the building where she used to work. She hadn’t wanted me to be the one who delivered the letter from the lawyer, but I’d insisted. Someone had to drop it off, and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to teach him the consequences of fucking with my wife.

“What if they call the police? Wouldn’t that cause problems for you with your hockey team?”

“Maybe.” Almost definitely. But it didn’t matter because I was doing this, and Alessia didn’t need to know the risk I was taking for her. Although I didn’t think it was much of one. “But I don’t think your boss is going to want the cops to get involved in this. It would draw too much attention in a situation he’d prefer to keep quiet. It’s why he had you fired, after all.”

“To make sure I sounded like a disgruntled former employee if I tried to tell anyone what he did.”

“Exactly.” Getting her fired had been too damn easy. I figured it wasn’t the first time he’d pulled a stunt like that, but it sure as fuck was going to be the last.

“Oh, crap,” Alessia groaned, her gaze locked on the guard behind the security desk.

“You know him?”

“Not really.”

Her answer didn’t sound convincing, and the leer he sent her way made me wonder what their connection was. My fists clenched as the possibility of him being an ex of hers ran through my mind. There might be two guys getting their asses kicked this afternoon. “You sure about that?”

My gut clenched when her cheeks filled with color. “They had me escorted out of the building when they fired me,” she admitted quietly.

I felt like shit for forcing the issue and embarrassing her, but I was also relieved to know they didn’t have a history together. “You’re not the one who should be ashamed by that. They are.”

“Him especially.” She glared at the guard as we got closer. “The jerk didn’t think there was anything wrong about hitting on a woman while he was spying on her to make sure she didn’t steal office supplies after she’d been fired for no fault of her own.”

“Oh he did, did he?” The guy hadn’t reacted to her glare, but he sure noticed mine.

“Well, at least I won’t have to worry about you getting arrested for beating up my former boss.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, sliding my palm down her back to hover just above the swell of her ass. It was an unmistakable statement to the guy that Alessia was mine.

“Because we aren’t going to make it through the door with the pissing match you’ve got going on with the guard.”

“Sure we will,” I assured her, offering the guy a nod. “He and I know exactly where we stand.”

Her gaze jerked back to the guard, and her gorgeous green eyes widened when she saw the way he’d backed down. “How in the heck did you manage that?”

“It was easy. I won the pissing contest.”

“Why am I not surprised?” she sighed.

“Because you know exactly how big—”

“Alec!” she cried, cutting me off as her eyes went rounder.

My laughter dried up when we reached the security desk, and I turned serious. “Alec Rourke for Mr. Whitehouse.”

“I’ll call up, but I’m not sure they’ll allow Miss Valenti up there since she was recently let go.”

“Let go?” Alessia huffed.

“Mrs. Rourke,” I corrected.

“Pardon?” the guard asked.

“Alessia isn’t Miss Valenti anymore. She’s my wife. Hence, Mrs. Rourke.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize. That might make it easier.” His gaze dropped to the rings on her hand before he picked up the phone. “There’s a Mr. and Mrs. Rourke here to see Mr. Whitehouse.”

He nodded and set the phone back on its cradle. “You both can go up. Take the elevator to—”

“I know where we’re going.” Alessia yanked on my hand and led me to the elevators.

She was quiet as we headed up to the tenth floor, and I gave her a gentle squeeze before we stepped off. The receptionist looked surprised to see Alessia, but she didn’t warn anyone before she let us go back. The encouraging smile she offered us made me think she knew exactly the kind of shit her boss liked to pull, and it riled me up even more.

I yanked the envelope with the letter from the lawyer out of my suit coat pocket and settled my other hand at Alessia’s lower back as we walked into his office. The asshole jumped out of his chair the second he spotted her, but my hard glare had him sitting back down right away.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I growled as I pulled the door shut behind us. “It’s not as easy to intimidate when you’re faced with a guy who can kick your ass instead of a vulnerable woman over whom you have power, is it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he blustered. “I’m not sure what Miss Valenti told you, but whatever it was she was probably just trying to help build a case so she could go on unemployment and bilk the system for as long as she can. She was recently fired and can’t be trusted to tell the truth.”

“It’s Mrs. Rourke now.” I smirked at him as I dropped the letter onto his desk. “And she’s not going to need that unemployment claim because you’re going to offer her a generous severance package.”

“That’s preposterous! Why would I do such a thing?” he spouted off. His beady dark eyes went round with surprise as he ripped open the envelope and scanned the contents of the letter. “You really expect anyone to believe this crap?”

“Absolutely.” I leaned forward, pressing my fists against the desktop. “Did you spot the name of the law firm on the top of the letterhead? It’s one of the best in Vegas, and they were willing to take on my wife’s case after one simple phone call. Imagine the damage I can do if I put some effort into it. Called a private investigator. Asked them to do some checking into other women who’d worked under you and were fired. If I were a betting man—which c’mon, it’s Vegas...of course I am—I’d hazard a guess that it wouldn’t take them long to find someone who’d be willing to back up Alessia’s story with one of their own that would be eerily similar. What do you say, Whitehouse? Do you want to risk everything that they won’t?”

He went red in the face, his shoulders slumping. “What do you want from me?”

“A check in the amount the lawyers deemed fair.”

He nodded.

“A glowing letter of recommendation.”

Another nod.

“Your word, as little as it’s worth, that you won’t pull this shit on another unsuspecting woman in the future.”

A muscle in his jaw jumped when he nodded again.

“And this.” It was all the warning I gave him before bending farther over the desk to grab the collar of his shirt and yank him towards me with one hand while punching him straight in the cheekbone with the other. Then I cocked my fist back and followed it up with another blow.

I let him go, and he fell back against his chair. His lip was split, and there was a trickle of blood dripping from his nose. He deserved a fuck of a lot more pain after what he’d done to Alessia, but the cops would definitely be called if I kept at him. I was going to have to be satisfied with the punches I’d already landed.

“Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Good.”

I escorted Alessia out of the room with my hand at her lower back. Neither of us said anything until we were outside, climbing into the back of the car that was waiting for us at the curb.

“Holy crap! I can’t believe that really happened.”

“Are you pissed?”

“What? No!” she denied. “I know I told you that you couldn’t beat him up, but that was amazing.”

“Amazing, huh?”

She shifted closer to me and lowered her voice. “And sexy.”

“There’s a big tip in it for you if you can get us to our hotel in under five minutes,” I called out to the driver. It was the motivation he needed to step on the gas, and we were up in our room in less than ten.

Alessia raced towards the bed, tossing her clothes on the floor along the way. When I saw her spread out on the mattress in nothing but a tiny pair of white lace panties, any lingering anger I’d felt towards her boss faded. The guy was an asshole, but she wouldn’t have been in that club that night—and in my bed now—if he hadn’t fired her.

I stripped out of my clothes and climbed in beside her. When I traced my finger over her panties, her head fell back onto the pillow and she moaned.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I hooked my fingers into the waistband and drew the lacy material down her legs.

“Insanely sexy.”

I wrapped my hands around her knees and parted them, kissing my way up her inner thigh.

“And mine.”

I hovered over her bare pussy, and she let out a tiny whimper and threaded her fingers through my hair.

“I need another taste.” Parting her thighs, I slowly sank a finger into her pussy. I stroked inside, and she soaked my hand with her desire. Leaning forward, I licked up her slit and circled her clit with my tongue. Her hips bucked underneath me, and she gasped.

“You’re so good with your mouth, but I want to taste you too,” she panted.

I tore myself away from her pussy, my hips driving my hard cock into the mattress at the thought of her plump lips wrapped around me. Crawling over her body, I slid my arms underneath her body and rolled us over until she was on top of me. “Get on your knees, beautiful,” I commanded with a swat against her ass.

She gave me a quizzical look, but she rose up and straddled my waist with her knees on the mattress. “Now what?”

I wrapped my hands around the back of her thighs and tugged her forward. “Get up here and turn around so I can lick you while you suck on my cock.”

“Up there?” she yelped.

“Now, beautiful.”

She lifted one knee over my body and crawled up the mattress next to me. When she turned around and hesitated to swing a leg over my head, I reached out for her hips and tugged.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered.

“I’ll more than make it worth your while.” Her pussy was only inches from my lips, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on her again. Cupping her ass, I pulled her closer and trailed my tongue along her pussy lips while blowing hot air against her damp flesh. “I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to stay on your knees.”

She wrapped her fingers around my hardened length. “I’m not going to be the only one coming.”

I smiled at the determination in her tone, but it was wiped from my face when I groaned as she teased the tip of my cock with her tongue. My hips jerked upwards, and she laughed huskily before she sucked my cock deep.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped. Her mouth felt good. Too damn good because with one pull of it, my balls were already tightening. If I wanted to make good on my promise to make her come, I needed to get to work at eating her pussy before I lost the ability to think.

I tightened my hands around her hips to hold her in place while I parted her drenched lips with my tongue. I teased her with light touches until she parted her legs farther and gave me better access to her pussy. Sliding my hand down, I sank my finger into her wet heat. She arched her back and gasped, “Alec!”

Her fingernails dug into my thighs, and she slid her mouth up and down my hardened length. My body tightened as she drove me closer to the edge. I couldn’t blow before I drew at least one orgasm from her, so I thrust my finger in and out of her and sucked on her clit. Her hips jerked in unison with my finger as she rode my face while her mouth kept working on my cock.

My balls drew up against my body as I built her up to her orgasm. Her scream of release echoed through the room. As amazing as her mouth felt wrapped around me, my cock wanted inside her pussy. I lifted her off my face, flipped her around, and settled her over my cock.

She placed her palms on my chest for balance and leaned forward to kiss me softly. “You didn’t let me make you come.”

“Because I wanted to do this.” I thrust my hips up and sank deep inside her tight core, growling in ecstasy. “That’s what I needed, beautiful.”

Her pelvis was flush against mine as she sat astride me, impaled by my cock. Her head was back, her blond hair brushing against my thighs. Her perfect tits swayed as she rocked into me. I gripped her hips and lifted her up and down my cock. “Ride me, beautiful. You can suck me some other time.”

“What a generous offer,” she laughed.

I swiveled my hips, and her eyes went hazy as she gasped. She bit her bottom lip, and I felt her walls clench around me. Knowing she was close to a second orgasm, I flipped us over and powered into her until we both flew over the edge and the world imploded around us.

Sex with Alessia was beyond amazing. But sex with her after a fight that got my adrenaline pumping? It was even better.